ERUPTION.

In our confusion and fury
the days run quick
yesterdays blood
nearly gone,
tomorrow
a new dawn.
Struggle is infinite
we must look beyond
further out.
No aeroplanes in the sky
a clarity
of horizons,
traffic grinding to a halt.
Their will be stillness
but some things
still worth fighting for.
A land divided
is not home,
humanity pronounces
judgement,
and in the end
we all fall,
but
mother nature
prevails.